Tight shirts lukewarm drinks heavy breathing alcohol laughter bloodshot eyes sneaking in sneaking out sharp intake of breath pulse pulse pulse—

I'm dying just to let you go

(Because I'm sober...

Under the influence of too many thoughts)

But you're my brother

(You said to me)

And I'm the fucking bitch

(You said to me)

"Don't leave me," you'll whisper

at the prospect of being left alone

with your mother

and her own bottles

(Disguised by perfume, not your paper bags)

Emotions don't matter

(You said to me)

Not at all

And the sound of a beer bottle smashing

On the shadowy asphalt

Is quite similar to the sound of irrelevant heartbreak.